Mjolnirs
Footballguy
Twenty five years ago tonight I was hunkered down in my in-laws hallway as Hugo came ashore. I've lived in Charleston all of my life and had seen a few close calls before and since, this was not a close call.
I know there are others on the board that are from Charleston, and all of us have Hugo stories.
A couple of the big memories I have:
* Having been out of town and trying to get back to town to get my house ready. Being on I95 and looping around to get on I26, and seeing the lanes packed with cars heading towards Columbia, and nobody heading to Charleston. We were in a black '85 Mustang flying towards town and we had all of the east bound lanes to ourselves.
*Getting to town and going straight to Piggly Wiggly and all of the shelves being nearly empty. We got the last loaf of bread.
*Taping up windows and then leaving my house wondering what would be left the next day. I had several pine trees in my back yard and luckily they fell away from the house.
*Sitting in my in-laws hallway with my in-laws, wife and 17 month old son. Feeling the house shake each time a pine tree hit the ground, and the lifeline of a radio station out of Savannah on a portable radio.
*The amazing calm and clear sky of the eye. You hear about it, but seeing it is something you never forget.
*The first walk through the neighborhood and seeing the devastation. The kind of stuff you only see on tv.
*The sound of generators in the night, for nights on end. Around 10 days worth.
The Saturday after the storm South Carolina had a home game and we decided to go. They had electricity! Back then the teams used to use large bags of ice on the sideline. After the game we approached a member of the stadium security and told them we were from Charleston and would love some of that ice. They let us on the field and we filled the back of the truck with bags of ice, then spent a few hours going from store to store buying cheap Styrofoam coolers. When we got back to town the neighbors all filled their coolers.
Post and Courier's photo gallery.
I know there are others on the board that are from Charleston, and all of us have Hugo stories.
A couple of the big memories I have:
* Having been out of town and trying to get back to town to get my house ready. Being on I95 and looping around to get on I26, and seeing the lanes packed with cars heading towards Columbia, and nobody heading to Charleston. We were in a black '85 Mustang flying towards town and we had all of the east bound lanes to ourselves.
*Getting to town and going straight to Piggly Wiggly and all of the shelves being nearly empty. We got the last loaf of bread.
*Taping up windows and then leaving my house wondering what would be left the next day. I had several pine trees in my back yard and luckily they fell away from the house.
*Sitting in my in-laws hallway with my in-laws, wife and 17 month old son. Feeling the house shake each time a pine tree hit the ground, and the lifeline of a radio station out of Savannah on a portable radio.
*The amazing calm and clear sky of the eye. You hear about it, but seeing it is something you never forget.
*The first walk through the neighborhood and seeing the devastation. The kind of stuff you only see on tv.
*The sound of generators in the night, for nights on end. Around 10 days worth.
The Saturday after the storm South Carolina had a home game and we decided to go. They had electricity! Back then the teams used to use large bags of ice on the sideline. After the game we approached a member of the stadium security and told them we were from Charleston and would love some of that ice. They let us on the field and we filled the back of the truck with bags of ice, then spent a few hours going from store to store buying cheap Styrofoam coolers. When we got back to town the neighbors all filled their coolers.
Post and Courier's photo gallery.
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